I hope to keep his friendship to the last and see him often.

[As I read this manuscript to-day, December 1, 1913, I have a very precious note from him, recalling old times when we were boys together.

He has a reply by this time that will warm his heart as his note did mine.] With the introduction and improvement of steam machinery, trade grew worse and worse in Dunfermline for the small manufacturers, and at last a letter was written to my mother's two sisters in Pittsburgh stating that the idea of our going to them was seriously entertained--not, as I remember hearing my parents say, to benefit their own condition, but for the sake of their two young sons.
Satisfactory letters were received in reply.

The decision was taken to sell the looms and furniture by auction.

And my father's sweet voice sang often to mother, brother, and me: "To the West, to the West, to the land of the free, Where the mighty Missouri rolls down to the sea; Where a man is a man even though he must toil And the poorest may gather the fruits of the soil." The proceeds of the sale were most disappointing.